Chords for Millyz ft. Benny The Butcher - Benny Blanco (Official Video)
Tempo:
84.65 bpm
Chords used:
Em
F
Am
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I don't wanna work anymore.
[Em] Wow, Rick, yeah.
[F]
[Em] Hey, y'all see what we doin'?
Don't even worry about it.
[F]
[Em]
[F] They ain't never risk it.
Heavy as the head to whip the crown and you ain't never [Em] lift it.
You started thuggin' when they let you in this record business.
I grew up druggin', started [F] rappin' and I left the business.
Repetitious how my youngins keep on spinnin' bags.
Cause we don't hold grudges, we remember [Em] facts.
Ain't in a cap, this new era is corny.
I flirt with death cause life a bitch and it keep gettin' a horny.
[F] We mix these hundreds with these fifties, had a revenue orgy.
Major labels reachin' out but they could never afford me.
[Em] I got sneaker box money, flight club in my closet.
Independent powerhouse with a hustler's logic.
[F] Wet him up, I bet he run like a faucet.
Diamonds drippin', pipes burst before we take any losses.
[Em] My wrist could turn to hay to stomach, VVs makin' him nauseous.
Make-believe bosses don't know the feelin', [F] racin' these Porsches.
Me with cocaine and traffickers, Santeria practicers.
Fat ass hoes attachin' to my dick like a [Em] catheter.
Crystal colored lavender passenger in the Bentley peelin'.
Old hoes gossipin' like Wendy [Am] Williams, shit, I'm chillin'.
[F] Fuck your shit, my boy.
[Dm] Yeah.
You know I'm fuckin' with [Em] you.
The butcher comin', nigga.
Look, [F] how you gon' relate to us if you ain't no hunger?
In 2005, we robbed shit the whole summer.
Now [Em] my safe filled with cobwebs and old hundreds.
I just got off of the record deal and don't want it.
Y'all [F] follow all the lit trends.
I'm winnin' vacation and with my rich friends.
They slam doors in my face that I slipped in.
They [Em] hatin' on your dog.
Them family pics I used to hang above the star.
Turned to a brick workin' paintings on the wall.
This [F] money, you know how to persuade me on what these presidents made me.
Have a son with my lady and let the plug name the [Em] baby.
Bein' okay is cool, but great how they gon' rate me.
Kurt Warner got a ring, but who wouldn't rather be [F] Brady?
The word travel and street niggas turn fragile.
Dirt nap you, I help you get rich and throw work at [Em] you.
Cool it, not tryin' to get niggas wet up.
I birdbath you.
The crib got six figures stashed in the third [F] bathroom.
If you don't do nothin' else, just believe these quotes.
These rules you can live by, not just some things [Em] we wrote.
Give them game, not money.
That's how they see the dough.
You can give him money to eat, but next week [F] he's broke.
Uh-huh, you can't treat these niggas like they treat you.
They beneath you.
Take off on them when they start to feel [Em] equal.
Dark liquor and them nights in the trenches what made me evil.
Empty shells on the ground next to empty bottles of [F] Coleco.
The Butcher.
[Em] Wow, Rick, yeah.
[F]
[Em] Hey, y'all see what we doin'?
Don't even worry about it.
[F]
[Em]
[F] They ain't never risk it.
Heavy as the head to whip the crown and you ain't never [Em] lift it.
You started thuggin' when they let you in this record business.
I grew up druggin', started [F] rappin' and I left the business.
Repetitious how my youngins keep on spinnin' bags.
Cause we don't hold grudges, we remember [Em] facts.
Ain't in a cap, this new era is corny.
I flirt with death cause life a bitch and it keep gettin' a horny.
[F] We mix these hundreds with these fifties, had a revenue orgy.
Major labels reachin' out but they could never afford me.
[Em] I got sneaker box money, flight club in my closet.
Independent powerhouse with a hustler's logic.
[F] Wet him up, I bet he run like a faucet.
Diamonds drippin', pipes burst before we take any losses.
[Em] My wrist could turn to hay to stomach, VVs makin' him nauseous.
Make-believe bosses don't know the feelin', [F] racin' these Porsches.
Me with cocaine and traffickers, Santeria practicers.
Fat ass hoes attachin' to my dick like a [Em] catheter.
Crystal colored lavender passenger in the Bentley peelin'.
Old hoes gossipin' like Wendy [Am] Williams, shit, I'm chillin'.
[F] Fuck your shit, my boy.
[Dm] Yeah.
You know I'm fuckin' with [Em] you.
The butcher comin', nigga.
Look, [F] how you gon' relate to us if you ain't no hunger?
In 2005, we robbed shit the whole summer.
Now [Em] my safe filled with cobwebs and old hundreds.
I just got off of the record deal and don't want it.
Y'all [F] follow all the lit trends.
I'm winnin' vacation and with my rich friends.
They slam doors in my face that I slipped in.
They [Em] hatin' on your dog.
Them family pics I used to hang above the star.
Turned to a brick workin' paintings on the wall.
This [F] money, you know how to persuade me on what these presidents made me.
Have a son with my lady and let the plug name the [Em] baby.
Bein' okay is cool, but great how they gon' rate me.
Kurt Warner got a ring, but who wouldn't rather be [F] Brady?
The word travel and street niggas turn fragile.
Dirt nap you, I help you get rich and throw work at [Em] you.
Cool it, not tryin' to get niggas wet up.
I birdbath you.
The crib got six figures stashed in the third [F] bathroom.
If you don't do nothin' else, just believe these quotes.
These rules you can live by, not just some things [Em] we wrote.
Give them game, not money.
That's how they see the dough.
You can give him money to eat, but next week [F] he's broke.
Uh-huh, you can't treat these niggas like they treat you.
They beneath you.
Take off on them when they start to feel [Em] equal.
Dark liquor and them nights in the trenches what made me evil.
Empty shells on the ground next to empty bottles of [F] Coleco.
The Butcher.
Key:
Em
F
Am
Dm
Em
F
Am
Dm
I _ don't wanna work anymore. _
[Em] Wow, Rick, yeah. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Hey, y'all see what we doin'?
Don't even worry about it.
[F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ They ain't never risk it.
Heavy as the head to whip the crown and you ain't never [Em] lift it.
You started thuggin' when they let you in this record business.
I grew up druggin', started [F] rappin' and I left the business.
Repetitious how my youngins keep on spinnin' bags.
Cause we don't hold grudges, we remember [Em] facts.
Ain't in a cap, this new era is corny.
I flirt with death cause life a bitch and it keep gettin' a horny.
[F] We mix these hundreds with these fifties, had a revenue orgy.
Major labels reachin' out but they could never afford me.
[Em] I got sneaker box money, flight club in my closet.
Independent powerhouse with a hustler's logic.
[F] Wet him up, I bet he run like a faucet.
Diamonds drippin', pipes burst before we take any losses.
[Em] My wrist could turn to hay to stomach, VVs makin' him nauseous.
Make-believe bosses don't know the feelin', [F] racin' these Porsches.
Me with cocaine and traffickers, Santeria practicers.
Fat ass hoes attachin' to my dick like a [Em] catheter.
Crystal colored lavender passenger in the Bentley peelin'.
Old hoes gossipin' like Wendy [Am] Williams, shit, I'm chillin'.
_ [F] Fuck your shit, my boy.
[Dm] Yeah.
You know I'm fuckin' with [Em] you.
_ _ _ The butcher comin', nigga.
Look, [F] how you gon' relate to us if you ain't no hunger?
In 2005, we robbed shit the whole summer.
Now [Em] my safe filled with cobwebs and old hundreds.
I just got off of the record deal and don't want it.
Y'all [F] follow all the lit trends.
I'm winnin' vacation and with my rich friends.
They slam doors in my face that I slipped in.
They [Em] hatin' on your dog.
Them family pics I used to hang above the star.
Turned to a brick workin' paintings on the wall.
This [F] money, you know how to persuade me on what these presidents made me.
Have a son with my lady and let the plug name the [Em] baby.
Bein' okay is cool, but great how they gon' rate me.
Kurt Warner got a ring, but who wouldn't rather be [F] Brady?
The word travel and street niggas turn fragile.
Dirt nap you, I help you get rich and throw work at [Em] you.
Cool it, not tryin' to get niggas wet up.
I birdbath you.
The crib got six figures stashed in the third [F] bathroom.
If you don't do nothin' else, just believe these quotes.
These rules you can live by, not just some things [Em] we wrote.
Give them game, not money.
That's how they see the dough.
You can give him money to eat, but next week [F] he's broke.
Uh-huh, you can't treat these niggas like they treat you.
They beneath you.
Take off on them when they start to feel [Em] equal.
Dark liquor and them nights in the trenches what made me evil.
Empty shells on the ground next to empty bottles of [F] Coleco.
The Butcher. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Wow, Rick, yeah. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Hey, y'all see what we doin'?
Don't even worry about it.
[F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ They ain't never risk it.
Heavy as the head to whip the crown and you ain't never [Em] lift it.
You started thuggin' when they let you in this record business.
I grew up druggin', started [F] rappin' and I left the business.
Repetitious how my youngins keep on spinnin' bags.
Cause we don't hold grudges, we remember [Em] facts.
Ain't in a cap, this new era is corny.
I flirt with death cause life a bitch and it keep gettin' a horny.
[F] We mix these hundreds with these fifties, had a revenue orgy.
Major labels reachin' out but they could never afford me.
[Em] I got sneaker box money, flight club in my closet.
Independent powerhouse with a hustler's logic.
[F] Wet him up, I bet he run like a faucet.
Diamonds drippin', pipes burst before we take any losses.
[Em] My wrist could turn to hay to stomach, VVs makin' him nauseous.
Make-believe bosses don't know the feelin', [F] racin' these Porsches.
Me with cocaine and traffickers, Santeria practicers.
Fat ass hoes attachin' to my dick like a [Em] catheter.
Crystal colored lavender passenger in the Bentley peelin'.
Old hoes gossipin' like Wendy [Am] Williams, shit, I'm chillin'.
_ [F] Fuck your shit, my boy.
[Dm] Yeah.
You know I'm fuckin' with [Em] you.
_ _ _ The butcher comin', nigga.
Look, [F] how you gon' relate to us if you ain't no hunger?
In 2005, we robbed shit the whole summer.
Now [Em] my safe filled with cobwebs and old hundreds.
I just got off of the record deal and don't want it.
Y'all [F] follow all the lit trends.
I'm winnin' vacation and with my rich friends.
They slam doors in my face that I slipped in.
They [Em] hatin' on your dog.
Them family pics I used to hang above the star.
Turned to a brick workin' paintings on the wall.
This [F] money, you know how to persuade me on what these presidents made me.
Have a son with my lady and let the plug name the [Em] baby.
Bein' okay is cool, but great how they gon' rate me.
Kurt Warner got a ring, but who wouldn't rather be [F] Brady?
The word travel and street niggas turn fragile.
Dirt nap you, I help you get rich and throw work at [Em] you.
Cool it, not tryin' to get niggas wet up.
I birdbath you.
The crib got six figures stashed in the third [F] bathroom.
If you don't do nothin' else, just believe these quotes.
These rules you can live by, not just some things [Em] we wrote.
Give them game, not money.
That's how they see the dough.
You can give him money to eat, but next week [F] he's broke.
Uh-huh, you can't treat these niggas like they treat you.
They beneath you.
Take off on them when they start to feel [Em] equal.
Dark liquor and them nights in the trenches what made me evil.
Empty shells on the ground next to empty bottles of [F] Coleco.
The Butcher. _ _ _ _ _ _